"Ah, so it truly is that you like playing doctor," Obi-Wan teases with a smile, having gleaned well enough from Klaus and Harley's comments about it to understand exactly what they had meant that evening she'd come to his place to have somewhere safe to be.

He feels warm, though, warm all through his chest, his entire body. That night had been one of horror in some ways, he had feared the worst when that building had collapsed upon Klaus, knowing he had to make sure the others were safe before he lifted the rubble. It is not a choice he relishes having to make no matter how many times he must. The collective over the individual.

Love makes that decision so much more difficult.

"Yes, I think I had an idea of it then, too," he agrees. "We've spoken of the duty of the Jedi, of being able to let go of even those we love if and when it becomes necessary and I... I wavered that night. You worked so hard to get all those people out of the building and I nearly abandoned them all when it came down, knowing you were still inside." Then he smiles. "But I knew you would be rather disappointed with me if I let your efforts go to waste. And I knew, too, you were strong enough to hold on until I got there. I knew you'd know I was coming for you."